The Shadow

They call me the shadow,
Because I hide behind
A face so emotionless
They think no ones inside.
And if they laugh, I laugh
But I’m really only crying.
They know their lives are ahead of them
And I know I am dying.
I move with irritating slowness
I walk with my head bowed low
I ignore the cheerful people
And feign that I am slow.
This isn’t my world I’m living in
This isn’t doing it my way.
This isn’t even living
But it’s what I do everyday
And no one wants to save me
And I don’t want to save myself
I just dream of what life might have been
Because dreaming is all I got left.